This weather makes me want to curl up and sleep until spring.
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Here’s another photo sent in by the lovely Piper showing off her Dirty Boys shirt. And other things…
edit: if you’re like your own Dirty Boys shirts and other such things you can find them here: http://www.zazzle.com/thedirtyboys
Long enough for it to move to this…
I’ve been thinking about threesomes a lot recently. Especially in suits. And especially with two people I can’t keep my hands off, with enough time to do everything we can imagine.
Luckily, it’s a long weekend.
I want to fuck you, love you, hold you, kiss you, taste you, and stare into your big blue eyes until I believe that maybe you love me too.
I want to undress you and kiss down the slope of your neck, stopping at your collarbone, your shoulder, and the space between your breasts. I want to feel you slide towards me, my knee parting your legs letting me feel just how warm you are. I want to kiss your stomach, laying you down, and looking up into those eyes wondering about everything. Those eyes that think too much and dream just the right amount, and those eyes that keep me from moving down just a few seconds longer.
And then I want to bite your thigh as I open your legs, my fingers grazing your lips before I open my mouth against you and taste your thoughts. I need to feel you arch your back and push up to me, wanting my tongue deeper, my lips softer, and my fingers cautious.
I can’t even write the words I want to hear you say, but they’ll come from your chest and your gut. They’ll come from your heart and your cunt, and by the time I’m kissing you I want all our options to vanish in a breath. I don’t need to watch or even open my eyes as I enter you because there is simply too much to take in without destroying the world. And as each second passes, our bodies slowly becoming closer until there is no farther to go, I’ll kiss your lips once more and listen to you moan out your want.
Simply put, I want to hear you, feel you, and taste you come. I want to see your body writhing, arching, aching, as I thrust within you, and I want to know the sounds you make when you can’t hold back any longer. I want to feel your teeth on my shoulder, your nails on my back, and your perfect body clenching around me as your scream my name over and over again until your voice is gone and there is nothing to do but open our eyes once more.
And as we lie there, my arms around you, our bodies slick with sweat, I want to once again stare into your big blue eyes and marvel that the entire universe can fit inside you.
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It’s always difficult to say yes when someone opens a door. But say yes.
I’m a complete eye fucker.
I like all sorts of body parts, but my stupid magical romantic side falls in love with eyeballs at the drop of a hat. Maybe it’s my mind playing tricks or my heart grabbing my dick and saying, seriously dude, this is the one. It might be some faux hope that I’m moving into the spiritual, and at the end of the day that’s a hope I can live with.
Because, my god look at her eyes. And tell me you feel nothing.
It’s almost time for presents!
They were waiting in front of the fire when I got home, their stockings on, but only their garters around their waists.